Luyện nghe bài hát The Mysterical Words Of The Wise

During the sleep like Black Butterflies come flying
The old they whisper to us.
The Magic out of the Space springing
Glowing fog - the temple.

Covered dust, bones of the old Wisemen
Sing a song of their ancestors.
The understand the mysterious words
They paint Signs - the parchment yellow.

But still we are at a sleep
We don't know the Words for up.
The Beam of makes us sleep - why?
The mind is - cold frost.

But one the Mystical Words will come to life
(Men en dag vil de Ordene komme till live)

wake up the Demons break the
(vekke Demonene freden)

The will fly away, the Knowledge will stay
The moonlith of will shine through the night